Qingyuo Pavilion.
In the garden, where trees cast cool shades all around, flowers bloomed like a brocade. Between two large trees, there was a swing, on which Xuexue, holding a book, sat reading...
Zi Xia stood quietly to the side.
Time slowly passed by...
In the blink of an eye, two hours had gone by.
Zi Xia glanced at Xuexue, who was still engrossed in her book, hesitated several times to speak, but finally couldn't help herself and took a step forward, calling out in a low voice, "Miss."
"Um."
Xuexue responded absentmindedly, her eyes still fixed on the book.
"The people from Old Madam Mo's...?"
"You handle them. Don't bother me with such trifles." In her previous life, Zi Xia lost her life for Xuexue's sake, so Xuexue had absolute trust in her.
"This maid understands, it's just..." Zi Xia's voice trailed off hesitantly, filled with an indescribable sense of difficulty.
"What is it?"
"They keep clamoring to see Master Mo."
"My foster father?"
"Correct."
